Four Horses

I see their curved necks through the kitchen window sailing like swans

Photo: © David Whyte

FOUR HORSES

On Thursday the farmer
put four horses
into the cut hay-field
next to the house.

Since then the days
have been filled with the
sheen of their
brown hides
racing the fence edge.

Since then I see 
their curved necks
through the kitchen window
sailing like swans
past the pale field.

Each morning
their hooves fill my
open…